As a young child, I...
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As a young child, I remember being enthralled by huge scrapbooks filled with photographs of my parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents and other ancestors. I recall wondering why he had so many of my mother's family compared to just a handful of my father's family. When the question was asked, I was told the tragic, but fascinating story of the flash flood which swept through the valley where dad and his family lived. It seems that the family had just enough time to throw a few clothes on their backs and literally run to higher ground ... my father carrying his younger brother on his shoulders as he waded through the "waste-deep and rising" water. Naturally, all family memorabilia, especially photographs, were ruined by the water. Since many of the photos were originals, there was no way to retrieve the treasured family images. They were gone forever.
Generally speaking, that is how most things work in this world. You lose the original and it is gone, period. But an astounding exception to the rule is referred to in this Scripture passage. When the "author of life" (the original) is killed, the law of no retrieval was not applicable. Instead, he came back to life in order to continue giving abundant life to his followers.
-- Thompson
Generally speaking, that is how most things work in this world. You lose the original and it is gone, period. But an astounding exception to the rule is referred to in this Scripture passage. When the "author of life" (the original) is killed, the law of no retrieval was not applicable. Instead, he came back to life in order to continue giving abundant life to his followers.
-- Thompson
